Call me old fashioned, but remember back in the good ol' days when receptionists would actually greet you? Lately it seems like in many places, and always at my gym, the receptionist seems to think that texting or reading is her primary job responsibility.

I don't even come into her peripheral vision or pique her curiosity enough for her to raise her head. Now, I'm not looking for a fluffed up towel or an ice cold bottle of Evian, though either or both would be nice. I'm not even asking her to queue Cher up on my iPod. All I want is a simple "hello" or even a smile that acknowledges existence. But it doesn't end there...

I approach the paper towel dispenser and it was in it's most common state - empty. I mentioned to her that it needed to be refilled and was cast a look as if I have asked her to trim my toenails. Dictionary.com defines a receptionist as "a person employed to receive and assist callers, clients, etc., as in an office." So once again by definition, one would assume that I was within the realm of being reasonable with my request. Clearly in this case "Twilight " had me trumped. Maybe if I was Edward or Jacob, I would get that hello.